The nursing home director rushed over, nervous.
“That’s Carmen,” she said.
“She’s been here for years. No family. Hardly speaks.”
Leonardo barely heard her.
Carmen raised her hand and touched his cheek.
Soft. Familiar.
His knees almost gave out.
No one there knew his name.
No one called him Leo—except family.
Yet she did.
That night, Leonardo couldn’t sleep.
Her face haunted him.
The next morning, he returned.
This time, Carmen recognized him faster.
She touched his face again and whispered, “Leo.”
Something inside him broke.
A Truth Buried for Forty Years
Days later, while searching through old belongings, Leonardo found a faded photograph.
A baby in a woman’s arms.
On the back, written in shaky ink:
“Carmen and Leo — my entire life.”
His breath left his body.
Carmen.
The same name.
Leonardo hired a private investigator.
What they uncovered shattered everything.
Carmen had survived the accident.
She suffered memory loss—but was not mentally incapacitated.
His aunt Ramona had taken her from the hospital, falsified documents, declared her dead… and placed her in a forgotten nursing home.
While stealing the family fortune.
For forty years.
Justice, Betrayal… and One Final Blow
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